boredom

The battery in my Kindle died. … Boredom. Then I saw this fellow sitting on a bench, eating lunch. Do you think he is a steward? I have a hunch he is. I presume we were both being watched by one or two video cameras. I like taking pictures inside terminals. Privacy ain't what it used to be.

If you know the identity of this gentleman, pray tell. I want to give him a signed, artisan-quality print. Since I neglected to ask him to sign a relaeas form, this picture is not for sale.

Now I want a sandwich and chips. Instead, I'll take two Tums and go to bed. Sensible.